Ye Chen really felt like he was going to split apart.
Damn it, what in the world was going on? Everything had been calculated so smoothly, but now problems kept popping up one after another.
He was starting to suspect he was walking under a cloud of pure bad luck.
“How could it be like this…”
Just then, Ye Chen’s phone rang. He hurriedly pulled it out to look.
It was a call from Wen Tailai.
Thinking Wen Tailai had arrived, he answered immediately, “Where are you guys? I’m in the alley!”
“Dra… Dragon Lord, your house blew up!”
“What?” Ye Chen was dumbfounded. “What do you mean?”
“I mean… the villa you were living in exploded!”
Ye Chen nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
That villa was given to him by Wen Tailai not long ago. Damn it, he’d barely lived there for any time at all.
And to make matters worse, a lot of his things were inside—the Astrolabe, and some auxiliary items for Feng Shui physiognomy.
Old Dragon Master had specifically instructed him to take good care of them. Once gone, they were really gone.
And now they were really gone!
“Holy shit! Who did this? Who the hell did this?!”
How would Wen Tailai know?
Damn it. He was just thankful Wen Chunyu wasn’t directly connected to him yet and wasn’t living with him. Otherwise, his daughter’s life would have been lost today too.
“Get someone to pick me up first! We’ll deal with this later!”
Ye Chen had gotten agitated just now and suddenly felt his blood flow speed up.
If he didn’t get surgery to stop the bleeding soon, he was going to become anemic.
“Yes, they should be there any moment!”
Over ten minutes passed, and still no one came.
Ye Chen really wanted to curse. Was this the kind of trash the Dragon Gate kept around?
Ye Chen stopped relying on others and struggled to his feet.
By now, Jiang Yueying and the others definitely wouldn’t be able to find him, so he could go out.
But just as he stood up, before he could take more than a couple of steps, the phone rang again.
Ye Chen thought, This time, for sure, it’s the person coming to pick me up.
He answered the call and said directly, “I’m right in the alley! Just have someone come in!”
“N-no… that’s not it…” Wen Tailai almost didn’t dare say it.
Ye Chen was taken aback. “Still not it? What’s the situation now?”
“Dra… Dragon Lord… your… your younger sister’s grave has been dug up… The ashes are gone. All that’s left inside is… a pile of dog shit.”
Wen Tailai could barely bring himself to finish.
He had long ago received instructions from Ye Chen to have people visit his sister’s grave every few days to sweep it clean.
Good god, when his man went there today, he was scared out of his wits, thinking Ye Chen’s sister had climbed out.
The tombstone was toppled over. When they dug it open to look, there was a pile of dog shit inside.
Utterly devoid of conscience.
This time, Ye Chen simply couldn’t take it anymore.
His eyes turned bloodshot, and his whole demeanor became that of a demon possessed. “Bastard! Whoever did this, I’ll slaughter his entire family!”
Shouting and roaring, his body suddenly went rigid, and he passed out completely.
…
The next morning.
The Bai Family Estate, inside Bai Ruoxi’s boudoir.
A gentle breeze lightly ruffled the curtains. The room was incredibly quiet.
Bai Ruoxi had already woken up.
Looking at Bai Jinghong, who was frowning in his sleep right beside her, her heart clenched.
Last night, she’d been held by Bai Jinghong as she slept, thinking it would only be for a little while.
Who knew that she, inexplicably, would also fall asleep—and actually sleep so deeply, so peacefully, straight through until dawn.
What made her even more ashamed was that last night’s dream… was of her and Bai Jinghong kissing passionately, and even…
This was her younger brother!
Thinking back on it now, it felt incredibly absurd, and she had a strong urge to flee.
She was still being held in Bai Jinghong’s arms.
Just as she was about to gently wriggle free, she suddenly noticed something was off about Bai Jinghong.
Where her slender hand touched him, it was burning hot.
Without caring about too much else, Bai Ruoxi slipped her hand under Bai Jinghong’s clothes, touching his body.
He was alarmingly hot.
She propped herself up and pressed her cheek against Bai Jinghong’s forehead—still shockingly warm.
She quickly got out of bed, grabbed a thermometer, and took Bai Jinghong’s temperature.
Looking at it, it had reached over 39 degrees Celsius.
She was about to go call a doctor, but before she could take two steps, Bai Jinghong grabbed her hand.
“Sister, where are you going?”
Bai Ruoxi frowned. “What do you mean, where am I going? You have a high fever, and you’re asking me where I’m going?”
Bai Jinghong naturally knew. But to him, it was just his body temperature rising a bit—nothing serious.
As someone possessing top-tier medical skills, coupled with the strength of an Earth Rank Warrior, a fever was nothing but an egg to him.
Still, Bai Jinghong was a bit surprised. He could actually get a fever? It was probably from not releasing his pent-up fire…
“Sis, no need for all that trouble. It’s nothing. I’m a little hungry. Just some congee will do.”
Bai Jinghong naturally wouldn’t miss such a perfect excuse.
A fever was nothing serious, but he absolutely had to pretend it was something.
“No!” Bai Ruoxi was still worried.
“Sis, then just give me some fever medicine, okay? No need to call a doctor.”
Seeing Bai Jinghong so insistent and unable to persuade him, Bai Ruoxi could only get him some fever-reducing medicine first.
Sure enough, not long after taking it, his fever subsided.
She was astonished. What kind of medicine was this, to work so effectively?
“See, Sis? I told you it was nothing. Check if I still have a fever!”
Bai Ruoxi couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Bai Jinghong. “Whether you’re still burning up, I don’t know. But you sure are pretty hot and bothered.”
Bai Jinghong grinned. “I feel like something light. Order some congee for me, please.”
Bai Ruoxi nodded and left the room to have someone arrange it.
Bai Jinghong got up, washed up briefly, feeling refreshed and clear-headed—then shamelessly lay back down.
After a good while, Bai Ruoxi carried a bowl of congee into the room.
She placed the congee on the bedside table and helped Bai Jinghong sit up.
She then sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the bowl, scooped a spoonful of congee, blew on it gently by her lips, and fed it to Bai Jinghong.
“Open up. It’s not hot anymore!”
Bai Jinghong couldn’t help but smile wryly. She was treating him like a child.
But fine, he didn’t mind.
As Bai Ruoxi fed him, she scolded him gently, “Where did you go gallivanting yesterday?”
Bai Jinghong enjoyed the attention and smiled. “Nowhere. Just went to the slaughterhouse to watch pigs being butchered.”
“Good lord, Sis, you should’ve seen it. Five guys butchering five or six pigs. The squealing was insane!”
Bai Ruoxi rolled her eyes at him. “What a disgusting hobby. Did the pig butchering scare you into a fever?”
“Not really. I just haven’t been sleeping well these past few days. Only when I came back and held you, Sis, did I finally sleep soundly. If I can’t sleep in the future, I’ll just come find you.”
Hearing Bai Jinghong’s words, Bai Ruoxi couldn’t stop her face from flushing red.
After finishing the congee, Bai Jinghong felt much more comfortable. He spread his arms wide. “Sis, come into my arms. Let’s cuddle and sleep some more!”
“In your dreams!” Bai Ruoxi spat, looking at him with mock anger. “Yesterday, I only humored you because you looked so tired!”
“You’re all better now, so scram!”
Bai Jinghong clutched his head and started moaning again. “Oh dear, my head is so dizzy. Am I burning up again?”
As he spoke, Bai Jinghong playfully pulled Bai Ruoxi onto the bed.
Bai Ruoxi forcefully kicked him to the other side. “If you keep this up, I’ll really get angry!”
“Stay on your side of the bed! Don’t touch me!”
The moment the words left her mouth, Bai Ruoxi felt like she had fallen into a trap.
Bai Jinghong, on the other hand, was very happy. “Alright, I’ll keep sleeping!”
Bai Ruoxi opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself.
She suddenly felt this was even more absurd.
But for some reason, she didn’t find it repulsive.
And when had this brat become so clingy? Before, whenever he saw her, he’d avoid her at all costs, afraid of getting his ears pulled.
Watching Bai Jinghong hug the blanket and close his eyes again, Bai Ruoxi felt a bit helpless.
She sighed softly, thinking to herself that she couldn’t let this continue.
Otherwise, it could easily lead to a huge mistake.
Especially lately, she’d been acting like she was possessed too.
Ever since Bai Jinghong had mistakenly taken her for Shen Yaoyao that one time, things had felt somewhat out of control.
She would dream of Bai Jinghong. Even while working, she’d find herself inexplicably wondering what that brat was up to—thoughts like that constantly creeping in.
